The Westminster lovers. Lovers passion is so violent, beyond all opposition, it makes poor lovers of lament, their sad distress'd condition. To the tune of Russels farewell. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06536 of text R228650 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W1466). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06536 Wing W1466 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[510] 99887946 ocm99887946 183606 2248539356

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06536) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183606) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[397]) The Westminster lovers. Lovers passion is so violent, beyond all opposition, it makes poor lovers of lament, their sad distress'd condition. To the tune of Russels farewell. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, at the golden-ball, in pye-corner, [London : 1685] Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "Fair Isabella mind me well ..." Imperfect: trimmed affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Love poetry, English -- England -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo The Westminster lovers. Love's passion is so violent, beyond all opposition, it makes poor lovers of lament, their sad distress'd condition. To the tu anon 1685 1 691 2 0 0 0 0 0 28.94 C The rate of 28.94 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Westminister Lovers . Love passion in so violent , Beyond all opposition , It makes poor Lovers of Lament , That sad distres'd condition . To the Tune of Rufield Farewell .

Fair Isabella mind me well for now I do declare , That all the world you do excell , methinks you are so fair : Then prethee grant to me my suit , in thee I do delight . If you deny , without dispute , Death seizes me out-right . Ah Thomas these are tricks of youth that I cannot approve , To tell you now the very truth , I fear you do not love : A passion onely you pretend , to rob me of my Bills , If Love no further do extend , Oh what a shame is this . My dearest do not doubtful be , that I should be unkind , I swear to be most true to thee , and thou shalt surely find : That if you walk the flawery plain , this long seven years and more , You ne'r will find a kinder Swain , your vertues to adore . Well Thomas , since you do protest , your Love is so intire , And that you do not speak in jest , you set my heart on fire : Methinks I feel such tickling pain I never knew before , And if you love me not again , sure i shall dye therefore .

Talk not of death my nearest Love , I love thee as my life , And if thou wilt but constant prove , then thou shalt be my wife : Betwixt my arms I 'le thee imbrace , and teach thee such a trick , Will make thy joys encrease a pace , and blisses tumble thick . What kind of blisses do you mean , methinks my heart doth burn , And if you should now change the scene should forever mourn : I feel such panting in my breast , 'till now I ne'r did know , With pains of Love I am opprest , sad pains I undergo . Well Isabella , nor believe , my love is so entire , For me thou shalt no longer grieve , I 'le coole thy burning fire : Thou shalt he free from care and fent , and like a Princess Reign , Yea , that shalt be my only dear , the glory of the plain . Her colour then did come and go , Her lips look'd won and pale , Loves passion the did plainly show , Which did so much prevail : She with an amorous sigh did part , Which Thomas minded well , O love quoth he , this breaks my heart Who love , my love farewell . When Isabella sain him faint , down to the ground she fell , And thus she made a short complaint , did Thomas say farewell ? 'T is time for me now to depart , and to Elizium fl●e , Thus Isabella broke her heart , for love did Thomas dye . You lovers all , both great and small , be rul'd by my advice , Into such passions do not fall , Which proves fools Paradice : With moderation set your love , your lovers to obtain , And if your lovers constant prove , 't will quit you of all pain . But cruel Fortune that will change , did both their lives destroy , She smil'd at strit , at last grew strange and did their lives among : Both in a grave these two were laid , that made the world admire , Alice , or dead , the people said , the Shepherd would lye by her . Their Parents mourned night & day , for their exceeding loss , I with that other lovers may take warning by the trass : And not in seeming rage to go , or from their lovers part , This loving Shepherd he did so , which broke his lovers heart .

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